Poems by Matilda Betham
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On the Regret of Youth
Elegy on Sophia Graham To Miss Rouse Boughton To the Same To the River which separates itself from the Dee at Bedkellert The Old Man's Farewell Song--Distance from the Place of our Nativity. The Old Shepherd's Recollections Reflection Retrospect of Youth The Daughter Youth unsuspicious of evil The Mother Edgar and Ellen POEMS. THE OLD FISHERMAN. 'My bosom is chill'd with the cold, My limbs their lost vigour deplore! Alas! to the lonely and old, Hope warbles her promise no more! 'Worn out with the length of my way, I must rest me awhile on the beach, |
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